Flourishing Idle
as life comes to an end, everything ceases no one
the solution leads nowhere to found, friends have gone
sometime brothers forget your name, ostracize by
many, only your own name is hardly be remembered,
whom you think that will not leave you, even at the
end of time
now you’re alone in the paradise you drunk...wake up!
Brothers’ time looks no goodbye, it's just move slowly
waiting you to drift into a memory of history that you
die, for each bottle of wine or rum; never the hard
drink would hold, to makes you happy, nor life always
say that every day is a holiday, always ask that vices
and lapses made you crazy and made every step
forwards uncertainty of no where to be found
face and flourish the idle in you, leads your own, the
high way is near and far looks the same; the clouds
seems it cloudy but its sunny, the ice melt and pour to
the ground, seen no drops but the air brings back to the
sky, see every breath and smell the touch, its nothing
but a returning home to the flourish land of creation
come to your senses, spoiled the day with your closing
eyes and moist the surface of your pupils, the answer
lies in your decision, always go what is nothing to reach,
yet! full which is empty to suck, life is not all what
it takes only a swing of what is today and live time of
tomorrow, Flourish your idle my Brethren..............
poem by Antonio Liao
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